The Poo had a rough day yesterday. First we went to what I called (on the sneaky recommendation of my sister) “food school,” and then we went to the mall for lunch.
Sounds not so bad, right?
Well, at “food school” the therapist made her lick a cube of cheese (the horror!) and smell a strawberry. Then at the mall, she finally conquered the biggest climbing structure at the soft playground … and then promptly fell four feet to the ground and bit her lip when I looked away for A NANOSECOND.
Following the fall, I had the temerity to make her go home. After all, it had been six hours since we left the house. I was, to put it mildly, persona non grata.
Then I put chicken on her plate along with her macaroni (I know, what was I thinking) and then she was told she couldn’t play any more computer games on Nick Jr. because it was bathtime.
It turns out that the “no computer” edict, supposedly issued by her father, was fiction. She, however, marched her little bum back down the stairs to tattle on her daddy.
When I backed him up – because we are a team, after all - she put her hands on her hips and huffed at me.
“Mommy, you are GROUNDED,” she said, and turned on her heels. I followed her to the staircase, and sternly told her that she was not allowed to sass mommy and daddy that way and that perhaps she should adjust her attitude.
Then I went back to the kitchen and laughed until I peed myself a little.
Where did she even hear that? I know we’ve never said it to her, and she doesn’t watch any live-action TV. Best I can figure is she heard it on one of the retro cartoons we watch occasionally on the Boomerang channel.
Still laughing, I called my mom to tell her the funny.
“Just wait until she’s 15,” my mom said.
Indeed.
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Thanks to everyone, and I do mean everyone, who commented yesterday. I appreciated all the honest takes on my situation. There’s plenty of backstory I didn’t include for lots of reasons, but I took all of your advice to heart. So when I talked to my mom yesterday, I just told her that I would love the extra time with her because I really missed her.
She’s keeping her reservation and flying out on May 29. We’ll leave for the East on June 4, so we’ll have a nice, long visit.
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It sounds like your girl might be in the same kind of food therapy my boy was in. He licked and smelled and rubbed food all over before they ever had him eat anything. The good news? He eats more now. The bad news? He wants to rub everything in his hair first.
Sounds like you really tortured the Poo yesterday. (totally kidding)
Isn’t it just hilarious when they start growing up and saying things that are just beyond their little years. Yesterday Madeline told our sitter that she wanted to be a soccer player when she grows up but she has other “options” if she needs them. Her options included being a mommy or a dentist. Amelia wants to be a firefighter so “I can slide down a pole.” We are really hoping firefighting works out for her because the only other career with a pole involved is not really something that I am hoping for her.
So glad everything worked out with your mom!
My kids once tole me I was grounded. I said, “Yippee!” and went up to my room, closed the door, hopped onto the bed and started to read a book. After about 3 minutes they came in demanding to know what I was doing and tell me they were hungry. I told them I was grounded and couldn’t make them any food. I was pretty bummed when they told me I was ungrounded.
Hey, beautiful preggos girl,…today is going to be a bubbly-kind-of day, I promise, the sun is shining. Even if yours isn’t for some pre-ordained reason, get out your digitalCam and take some grumpy pictures. C’mon, do it for the sake of Shaggykins. Anyway, I’m stopping by your site to grab a link, to share with someone who I know will love you…and I don’t see a Surf Mrs. Chicken’s wet and wild blog button. Can you paste one in an easy-to-reach area please, you know, in case I want to google yeast infection, again.
I’m so glad that you spoke with your mom and she’s extended her visit.
And – Oliver sent me to my room the other day. I clapped my hands, kicked my heels together and shot up the stairs like a bullet.
i would totally dig being grounded. send me to my room, make me read or sleep all day? yes, please.
I, recently, told my 5 going on 18 that the only person who can be sassy in this house it the one who pays the bill. Come see me when you have a mortgage.
I swear I don’t know where she gets this sassy mouth.
All I can say is that my husband and son better start hiding when puberty hits, because it is going to be a shit storm around here.
That is precious!! I love it
I’m glad you are feeling better.
Touche, confiscating the laptop’ll be next
ooooooh! she is a sassmouth! I kind of love it…
wow, i have never heard of an OT for food specific. I have sass at an OT for sensory things. she does get picky about food, but it has changed up and down.
My daughter once told me to sit in my room and think about what I had done. Oh, yes I sat in my room and “thought” about what I could do next!
My 8 year old son has seen gone to OT and a feeding clinic for his eating issues. He was diagnosed with Sensory Integration Disorder specific to oral defensiveness. I wrote a little bit about it on my blog back on 2/25/08 if you want to check it out. After roughly 8 months of therapy his food choices have expanded greatly. While “mixed foods” are still crazy talk in his book, he does finally eat fruit, vegetables and meats instead of only white food.
Oh good! I just commented on the previous post…so glad your mom has changed her mind. And the Poo, well, you’re in for it.
And then in turn, this line:
“Then I went back to the kitchen and laughed until I peed myself a little.”
made ME pee a little.
I was surprised to hear the word “grounded” used in a Berenstain Bears video tonight, so perhaps it’s out there more than we think? Hilarious.
So glad your Mom’s coming out longer. Great stuff.
(A whole bunch of my tribe came to a school event tonight. My kids beamed.)
I’m glad to hear about your mom.
I’m glad to hear your mom and you worked it out – it’s amazing how much we continue to need them, even as adults, isn’t it?
Oy, the sass. I fear when our daughters are teens. I think I’ll ground myself for that period of time and send her away to boarding school.
And so happy that you talked to your mom and that you’ll have a longer visit.
The sassy stuff our kids say is what keeps us on our toes! There are times when I leave the room just so I can laugh without the kids knowing that I thought they said another funny!
I know food school(love the name) may seem like it’s odd at first. Give it time and soon she will be eating a food you never once thought she would even look at much less eat!! It won’t happen over night but when it does…you will be the proudest Mama on the block! I promise!
That’s funny!
And food therapy? Interesting, I’ve never heard of that.
Food therapy, me neither, where could I find this info for my daughter..Sounds ineresting.
Have fun with your kids now because your right when they get older you don’t laugh you cry..these are the beautiful times. Kids do say the darnest things. And they are so innocent its beautiful.
Glad mom and dad are sticking together..
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ha! that’s a riot.